Now a here a we a go

Now a here a we a go

What am I gonna say

Is gonna feel crazy

In a crazy way

As my anger boils over

Day by day

Now a here a we a go a

What can I say

For the devil wants to take control

Givin me passion for my specific roll

Even though I'm not on the dole

I keep doing things to achieve my goal

Getting into trouble that's not good

Yet this is life in any neighbourhood

Doing things and being rude

 Just to earn pennies for my food

Even shoplifting in the past

Going clubbing and having a blast

Rhyming words incredibly fast

This is me now at last

Creating art which is cool

Turning around from being a fool

Who didn't learn much really at school

Now pebbles and words are my main tool

To break away from the norm

To create an almighty massive storm

In a way to be reborn

And my words will stick like a thorn

Into your heart forever and ever

As people say I'm real clever

But this is life one big endeavour

So I won't die now surely never

Getting Pissed Of For Creating Art

Getting pissed of for creating art

Out on the beach oh what a start

On Brighton seafront to make my mark

To show the world the ultimate spark

With nowhere to live except the beach

Creating art no one can teach

And trying not to be a leech

In a world of darkness I simply screech

So I put up a tent to keep myself clean

That someone has gave me and everyone's seen

Along with duvets because I'm keen

To show the world what I mean

After walking the coast in due respect

To write a book oh what a mistake

To help homeless charities for the crack

After a newspaper told lies which is fact

Which pissed me of more which is true

And I didn't have to do what I did do

Because I didn't care about life too

And all I wanted was to be like you

To have a place and a simple job

So I didn't have to go out and rob

To make ends meet to get a few bob

But this is life for the down and out snob

Thinking that homeless charities would like my cause

And help me out without no claws

To give them something along with applause

As I went out and broke many laws

Just to create art no other would dare

In a world of chaos that is never fair

Yet I was right they don't care

Because I'm no artist this I swear

I'm just a bum out on the road

Who simply lives life no fixed abode

Doing what I do before I explode

Hoping one day my body will corrode

Going through all weathers and becoming ill

This was real stupid and probably is still

Yet like I say its one heck of a thrill

That even newspapers can simply kill

And so do these charities that I want to help

Because I have been there and know what I felt

But they don't care I simply yelp

So no much wonder the homeless hate the life their dealt

As they keep fighting each day and night

To conquer the demons that's never right

After being pissed on from a great height

Then set on fire burning bright

Which I know is simply true

Because it happened to me too

With patronizing interviews oh what's new

I am no one so how do you do

With many a newspaper sharing my story

Of walking the coast oh don't bore me

Which was nice to get the glory

Yet its still not a good enough story

And I am no voice for no homeless person

But as I write this i'm simply cursing

Well out loud with no diversion

With a sore head I am simply nursing

For I'm now messed up in the head

And realizing it I am brown bread

As addiction still boils really instead

Now simply hoping I'll end up dead 

Dam Brighton Council

Dam dam dam 

Is what I can say

To Brighton council

At the end of the day

For being so pathetic

Towards a down and out

Who's really an artist

Most people simply shout

Yet no matter how I try

To better myself now

I end up in the papers

For messing up somehow

Yet if you have no home

Then what you gonna do

Your gonna rob and steal

Or beg on the streets too

Yet I create art

And busk with it yes

So I can live life

On peanuts I guess

Yet the bigger I go

And try to help others too

By giving them a chance

Of something real new

The council don't like me

For putting up a tent

So we could have a little luxury

That's money well spent

Then others buy you duvets

That change your life around

From sleeping in a doorway

On a really cold ground

Then you get a camping stove

Eatting three meals a day

Wow how your life has changed

In a really simple way

Then you get an eviction notice

For having up a tent

That's simply keeping you dry

On this magical stint

While taken on another person

Who is homeless too

Who's an alcoholic

That everyone hates true

For their normally shoutting abuse

While shoplifting as well

Now their picking up stones

With a better story to tell

Becoming sober

And talking to people alright

Having clean clothes

The futures looking bright

Yet the eviction notice hovers

Twisting our simple minds

Blowing up or dreams

Of having better times

So back to the doorway

We simply go

Back to drinking heavily

And smoking loads of blow

Well this is what has happened

After one hell of a life

As I the crazy artist

Who made a sacrifice

To show how hard it is

To change your life around

From being a homeless person

Who sleeps on the ground

To becoming a pebble artist

Who sculptures for free

Loose pebbles on a beach

Simply by the sea

Which takes many days

And looks awesome upon the shore

Just a pity Brighton council

Don't help me a bit more

Or their homeless charities

That help give us all support

Even though they don't really care

About one homeless mans report

So no much wonder many artists

Simply sleep outside

Because they love live art

That comes from their pride

So if you are an artist

And you come up with something new

Then keep breaking all the rules

Because that's what you have to do

For you are no one special

If you have no money or are clean

So go break all the rules

And live the flipping dream

And tell all flipping councils

You don't care no more

For Brighton was my arts birthplace

Upon the UK shore

And I'm the only one 

Who creates big sculptures for free

That's why artists from the UK

Don't get help you see

Yet one day I will make it

In my own simple way

And I will always be helping others

Who live day by day

For they need my help

More than the charities do

Because life is not easy

And the homeless know it too

Never judge a book by its cover

Is what you all say

Well never judge someones name

Or how they look on that day

For many homeless I know

Don't want to be seen this way

And would love my help

So they can live day by day

So they can get a flat

Before it's far to late

And their the next to die

Just like my best mate

Oh well that is life

For many a down and out

But if you don't give them a chance

Then they'll never feel what real life's all about

And that's helping others

While enjoying life too

To rise among the toughest

To show what they can do

To put smiles on many faces

Even though they're in a state

But this is real life

Which is tempting fate

I am an artist who lives on the streets of the UK. I have tried to better myself through art and now really know how hard it is to change your life around from being homeless.

Click on the link above to see what I really do and how hard it has been for someone like myself to be the person I am.

The Artists Way

 

What do you know?

What do you do?

In this life

Which is true

 

As we break the rules

Upon the street

To live life

Without defeat

 

Banging your head

Against the grain

While creating magic

Thats in sane

 

But it is true

With no way out

As we rise and fall

And know what lifes about

 

Hoping for better times

What would you do?

Would you give up?

Or carry on too

 

While trying to better your self

No matter what

In life its self

Or maybe naught

 

Well who cares

As long as you know

You are that artist

Who will never let go

 

Of your dream

To be the best

Because this is real life

Which is one big test

 

With no first prize

In what you do

Except that feeling

Thats deep in you

 

So stand and be counted

Please have no fear

And one of these days

Will start a new year

 

As people read your words

And see what you do

Then maybe something will happen

That will change your life too

 

As your career takes a right turn

And blossoms over night

As the masses go mental

For what you simply write

 

With overall enjoyment

Because of who you are

For are that artist

Who has the power

 

To make people listen

To what you have to say

So never give up

No never no way

 

 

 



The Unbelievable Madness

The unbelievable madness

Running through my brain

Is like an electric fence

Shocking me insane

As the coldness of the night

Nips on my toes

Yet I seem to write

In a rhythm that flows

While sitting in my sleeping bag

Thinking about good times

With people walking past me

While I write my rhymes

Laughing out loud

As they go to a club

Or their going to dinner

After leaving a pub

Telling me I'm not homeless

Because I look to clean

So I have to laugh out loud

For this is obscene

Yet I don't make money

For writing on the street

But I don't really care

If I die through lack of heat

For my blog's tell a story

That my rhymes are good

Yet sometimes I'm lucky

When people buy me food

So what this is life

For many a down and out

Even though I'll make it

In life without a doubt

And when I simply do

Through the words that I write

Then I can leave street life behind

And go out and enjoy the night

But this will never happen

As I love to write for free

To become an absolute legend

Who will live for eternity 

Living In A Doorway

Living in a doorway

Doing what I do

Hoping for something

Totally really new

That will give us a chance

In life so true

That people will remember

When we're dead too

Yet the drinks taking over

And the drugs as well

Oh dear no

It's a living hell

As people walk past me

Not giving a dam

As I sit and write

With pen in my hand

As others sit and beg

With dogs by their side

Smiling at everyone

With all their pride

Getting loads of money

With benefits too

Yet I got no I.D.

And I'm out here too

Doing my thing

To hopefully survive

Yet I am nobody

Except a bum that's alive

Now if I make it

Then I no what I'd do

I'd rather give money

To help talents shine trough

So people can rise

And show their talents to the world

Like all the buskers

So come on boys and girls

See through the Armour

And use your wit

And help out the buskers

Simply make it

And who knows

Where they may go

Around the world

From the gutters they know

To be someone

And not a bum

Says a busking artist

Who enjoys fun 

Love is something so beautiful

 

Love is something so beautiful

And we know what it can do

As many people break our hearts

With love that wasn't true

 

Yet we get up to carry on

And find it again someway

As the pain it keeps biting

Nibbling at us each day

 

For some it lasts forever

Because their love is true

For others it's no good

So what you gonna do

 

You gonna turn it into art

Or even a poem as well

With a passion you once knew

As your tears begin to swell

 

Filling you all with sorrow

While your heart skips a beat

As you write from your heart

Not admitting defeat

 

Because your love is so true

You want to be together

Yet one doesn't want this

Or you would still be together

 

Or maybe they are too proud

And want more out of life

Which costs them real true love

Now that's one sacrifice

 

Or maybe they are simply scared

To go down them same routes

So they those themselves in creative life

As they write poetry books

 

Hoping for a chance

To simply break free

Through unbelievable art

And poetry by the sea

 

 

 



Howling winds

Howling winds
Sleet and snow
What a disaster
This I know

Living in a tent
Right upon the shore
I’m I really crazy
Freezing to the core

Wondering why I do this
Stupid journey you see
I must be really daft
Don’y you all agree

Yet this is the life of an artist
That lives life to a degree
In the university of life
For everyone to see

Creating magic for fun
Which is unbelieveable too
Yet is this really worth it
Is it something you should do

Living out in freedom
Speaking to everyone you meet
Having lots of followers
And sometimes nothing to eat

Up against the weathers
Up against the law
Creating awesome magic
So natural and so raw

With the difficulty of madness
And the patience of a saint
Stacking pebbles into sculptures
Like an artist using paint

Creating many wonders
This was simply me
And I would do it again
For everyone to see

But because I was homeless
I wasn’t an artist in many eyes
And couldn’t get sponcership
Oh what a big surprise

Yet I have walked the coast
The only artist ever
Creating magic sculptures
Which looked really clever

With 6800 miles on foot
And 40+ beaches done
Over 2000 tonnes moved
Even though it was lots of fun

On a homeless awearness journey
That no ones ever done
Oh what a crazy journey
THANK YOU everyone

By Dr Geebers